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Juvenile f Hot Boys

Tha G-Code

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[Lil` Wayne]WhatThis.. this here`s real, niggaIt`s real, niggaToo realPay attention even though I`m young, niggaLook, lookThis one here`s on tha up, dogFor all my people with bad luck, dogStrugglin`, tryin` ta make a buck, dogFor all tha peeps who ain`t with us, dogFor all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dogSee, this from shorty on tha realI`m tired of seein` my niggas gettin` killedThey hustlin` for a mil, nigga, hustle for your billsIf ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I`m trillIf I got it ta spend, then I got it to giveBut listen, man.. I know ya see the ice glistenin`, manI know it make you wanna go get it badBut ya gotta think `fore ya move, partna`Cause it`ll make your ship sink and you will lose, partnaI know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like meBut I betcha can`t name one nigga like meThat`s why I`m tryin` ta preach, my niggaAnd teach, my niggaIf ya don`t work ya don`t eat, my nigga(Chorus 2x [Juvenile])They got a million and one things that you could be doin`Than hangin` around this motherfucker talkin` to your childrenGet off your ass, lil` daddy, and go and get itIt`s starin` at ya right in your face, you ain`t wit it[Juvenile]Look at ya, you`re fuckin` up and I can tell it tooWhat is ya smokin`? Everything a nigga sellin` you?!I know you could do better than that, and deserve moreYa use to be tight with your game back in `84All tha hoes use ta jock yaNiggas use ta knock yaStay a big shot, motherfucker couldn`t stop yaThen ya went ta runnin` `round tha project with them junkiesHoles in your shoes, and your body all funkyLips all ashy, eyes popped outSpendin` your children check, takin` food out they mouthAnd you get mad with me `cause I don`t wanna give you tenI don`t support your habit, nigga, y`all grown menI got kids ta feed, I got bills ta payI got people comin` askin` for shit everydayI can`t please everybody, but I love my folksIf I give ya everything, baby, I`ma be broke(Chorus 2x)[Turk]Look... look.. lookWhere I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peepsSome of my rounds doin` bad.. can`t even much eatEverytime I pass through, beggin` me for a dollarThinkin` I owe them somethin`, don`t even wanna hollaNigga who use ta be ballin` ain`t ballin` no mo`I can see they life fadin` away slowly for sureNiggas who I come up with get me full of that dopeUse ta care about theyself, ain`t care no mo`Niggas want me ta help `em.. ain`t helpin` theyselfYou must be out your mind if you ain`t helpin` yourselfAin`t no love loss... I just gotta stay my distanceGotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missin`Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, misterAin`t gon` let nobody stop me from gettin` my six figuresGettin` my shine on, bling-blingin` everydayIf you`re not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga(Chorus 2x)[B.G.]Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worseMake me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curseMy niggas still my niggas... got love for `em allI hate to see that market ride they back and make `em fallSomebody tell me, if I didn`t have change and I was brokeWould I get tha same attention when I`m in tha next four-doorNo, I don`t think so, I`ll be a equal niggaOn the set, smokin` jo`s, beggin` people for scrillaOn the reala... if I could do it, then you couldLay your hustle down and make your way out the hoodAin`t nobody gon` give no hand-outs, I swearAin`t nobody gon` pay tha bills in your house, I swearThey don`t care, ya gotta stand on your own, my niggaYou ain`t no child, look in tha mirror, you`re grown, my niggaDo yourself a favor: leave tha heroin alone, my niggaAnd get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga(Chorus 4x)[Juvenile talking]

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